To those who love me next x2

They said: speak to me of family.

Family begins with blood but has no one language to anchor its stream. It flows into the patches of earth that greet your soldiering feet; its freedom only curtailed by your perception of distance and the depth of your journey.

It is the cool water that welcomes your lips before thirst’s visit; the opening and joining of palms to the pulsing rhythym of your heart; the love you seed into this world, only for its kisses to fold back into your chest through the world you breathe in.


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